Fruitella lyrics

[Intro]
(James about that cheque, boy) (It's Tekky)
Ha, ha, ayy, ayy, she likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella
Tell me what you want, I get the mood setup, ayy, uh

[Verse 1]
Me, I was tryna make a change (Change)
And now I'm seein' change through my wave (Ha)
While you see me gettin' waved everyday
'Cause that's the game I gotta play, oh
Now they see my face on the pages, they rate him
But where was they in days when I would struggle for the pay? (Nowhere)
It's fake and it's bait (True)
Still, I can't complain
'Cause I came from a place where you have to maintain (Hm)
Shawty wanna see me show face, okay, I won't stay, no way (No way)
I ain't wifing you, dumpling
Why? Cause I'm a young king (Haha)
Sees me on YoungKings, now she thinks I bun things
It's true though (It's true, babe)
But I ain't tryna give her clues, bro
I love a little baddie and I've f*cked a couple loose hoes (Ha, ha)
She don't like white boys, I slipped into the loophole
She's askin' when I'm gonna stop it, had to tell her, "Who knows?" (Who knows?)
'Cah you froze (Haha)
Yeah, the pressure made your sh*t flop (Ha)
These other rappers p*ssed off 'cah the kid's sh*t hot (sh*t hot)
[Chorus]
Ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)
She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup
Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)
She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (Set the mood)

[Verse 2]
I get the mood patterned (Haha)
You see in me some plain clothes, I never been to Hatton
She said I'm sick at rapping (Ah)
I told her, "Come to the booth and let me show you how a star works"
Now she thinks I'm sweet like some Starburst (Mwah)
This sh*t ain't always sweet, the pain, it rah hurts
Always on my feet though
You'll always see me charge turn (Woi)
So let me turn up
I'm jiggy, so I get away with murder (Haha)
She like me 'cause I got a name she heard of (Ha, f*ck it)
Uh, ayy, call me the booth sheller
Freezin' up the room, I make a tune, you needed two sweaters
Never had a handout, grind so I can do better
Tell the pages chill with their DMs, seen a few beggin' (Bare beggin' it)
She wanna suck it 'cause I'm sweet like some Smarties (Hmm)
I'm hardly a husband, the hardest in the party (Hardest)
See me with my chargie (Yeah)
Fillin' up my glassy (Huh)
Glancing at shawty, I heard her say, "That's ArrDee!" (Hey, hey, hey, ayy)
[Chorus]
Ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)
She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup (I set the mood)
Uh, ayy, so tell me, who's better? (Who's better?)
She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella (Fruitella)
I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup

[Outro]
Ayy, so tell me, who's better?
She likes a sweet boy and I can be a Fruitella
I won't lie to you, darlin', 'cause I'm a truth teller
Too clever, tell me what you want, I get the mood setup
Ha, ha, mood setup, sweet boy, sweet boy, Fruitella, ha, ha
ArrDee, ha, ArrDee, ha, ha